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If, in 1812, Bonaparte was a despot-bloody—impious-polluted (1.-73)-if he was an infidel'“ who trod the symbol of Christianity under foot”- who plundered temples and murdered priests -- if his legions were locusts, and he himself a vulture, (p. 74), a tyrant, (p. 77), and a fiend, (p. 75)—If, in August, 1813, he was again a " tyrant," a « monster,” an embroidered butcher-if he was, in Mr. Phillips's opinion, all this, how comes it, that in 1816, he speaks of him in the following terms:

“ In dethroning Napoleon you have dethroned a monarch who, with all his imputed crimes and vices, shed a splendour aronnd royalty too powerful for the feeble vision of legitimacy even to bear. How grand was his march! How magnificent his destiny! Say what we will, sir, he will be the land-mark of our times in the eye of posterity. The goal of other men's speed was his starting-post-crowns were his playthings-thrones his footstool-he strode from victory to victory--his path was a plane of continued elevations.” -V.-11.

If, in 1812, Mr. Phillips could thus speak of Napoleon and Spain-

“ His aid is murder in disguise;
His triumphs, Freedom's obsequies;
His faith, is fraud-his wisdom, guile;
Creation withers in his smile-
See Spain, in his embraces, die,

His ancient friend, his firm ally!”-1.--73. If, in 1814, “ the Catholic allies of England have refuted the foul aspersions on the Catholic faith," (III.-21.) with what face could he, in 1816, ask the Liverpool meeting, 6 What have you done for Europe? what have you achieved for man? Have morals been ameliorated? has liberty been strengthened? You have restored to Spain a wretch of even worse than proverbial princely ingratitude; who filled his dungeons and fed his rack with the heroic remnant that bad braved war, and famine, and massacre beneath his banners; who rewarded patriotism with the prison-fidelity with the tortureheroism with the scaffold-and piety with the inquisition; whose royalty was published by the signature of bis death-warrants, and whose religion evaporated in the embroidering of petticoats for the Blessed Virgin?”—V.--11, 12. If, in 1812, Bonaparte and Portugal could be thus described

“ See hapless Portugal, who thought
A common creed her safety brought
A common creed! alas, his life
Has been one bloody, impious strife!
Beneath his torch the altars burn

And blush on the polluted urn."--I.--73. what can Mr. Phillips say for the following description, in 1816, of the very prince who fled from the once “ bloody and impious," but now « magnificent” and “ splendid” Napoleon! VOL. IV.

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“You have restored to Portugal a prince of whom we know nothing, except that when his dominions were invaded, his people distracted, his crown in danger, and all that could interest the highest energies of man at issue, he left his cause to be combated by foreign bayonets, and fled with a dastard precipitation to the shameful security of a distant hemisphere."-V.-12.

In 1814 “ the rocks of Norway are elate with liberty.” (III. 23.) In 1816 Norway is instanced as “ a feeble state partitioned to feed the rapacity of the powerful."--(V.--13.)

In 1812 Mr. Grattan had the misfortune of being the idol of Mr. Phillips's humble adoration—in 1814 Mr. Grattan is still an idol, but an idol like those of the Tartars, which they chastise; and four pages of one of Mr. Phillips's speeches to the Catholic board are employed in chastising Mr. Grattan for having given some reasons (“ if reasons," as Mr. Phillips cautiously observes, “they can be called,”) against presenting a Catholic petition at that particular time: he shows too that repeated discussions have had the effect of reducing the majority against the catholics. All this is very well: but what shall we say when we find Mr. Phillips in 1816, at Liverpool, expressing his “hope that the Irish catholics will petition no more a parliament so equivocating?”

In 1812–Mr. Ponsonby is highly celebrated and told that “ his country's heart must be cold" ere the “honour," the “worth," the « wisdom," “ the zeal," " the hand to act and heart to feel of her Ponsonbybe forgotten. But in the Liverpool speech we God all the merits of the leader of the whigs forgotten, and his character treated with high indignity:-

“ Shall a borough-mongering faction convert wbat is misnamed the national representation, into a mere instrument for raising the supplies which are to gorge its own venality? Shall the mock dignitaries of whiggism and toryism lead their hungry retainers to contest the profits of an alternate ascendancy over the prostrate interests of a too generous people? These are questions which I blush to ask."-V.--15.

In 1812–England and Englishmen were the great objects of Mr. Phillips's horror; he found amongst use a prejudice against his native land predominant above every other feeling, inveterate as ignorance could generate, as monstrous as credulity could feed." -1.-6--And (for he assails us in prose and verse) he invokes Ireland

"To remember the glory and pride of her dame,

Ere the cold blooded Sassanach tainted her fame." Again in their mutual communications Mr. Phillips assigns to the Irish “ the arcour of patriots and pride of freemen," but to the unlucky English, “ atrocious provocation and perfidious arrogance.”

În the Liverpool speech, however, he has quite changed his note; the cold-blooded Sassanach is now “ the high-minded people of England," (V.--4;) and even a provincial English town is the emporium of liberality and public spirit-the birth-place of ta

lent--the residence of integrity”-the asylum of freedom," « patriotism," and "genius.”—V.-1.-In 1812, king William was a Draco- a gloomy murderer," and Mr. Phillips very magnanimously “tramples on the impious ashes of that Vandal tyrant,'— 1.-109.—but in 1816, a new light breaks upon him; lie applauds the revolution, vindicates “ the reformers of 1688,” and calls that period - the most glorious of our national annals."-V.-10.

These changes, monstrous as they are, have taken place in the last two or three years; but we have Mr. Phillips's own assurance that he began his backsliding earlier than the date of any of his pamphlets, and that young as, he tells us, he is in years, he is old in apostacy. In his first speech, August, 1813, he makes the following candid avowal.

“I am not ashamed to confess to you, that there was a day when I was as bigoted as the blackest;—but I thank that Being, who gifted me with a mind not quite impervious to conviction, and I thank you, who afforded such dawning testimonies of my error. No wouder, then, that I seized my prejudices, and with a blush burned them on the altar of my country!"III.-33.

Our readers will not fail to observe, that all this wavering is not the mere versatility of a young and ardent inind. Mr. Phil. lips is indeed inconstant, but it is “ certâ ratione modoque;" his changes may be calculated, like those of the moon, and his bright face will always be found towards the rising sun.

He dedicated to the prince regent in expectation, and abused him in disappointment; he flattered Mr. Grattan and Mr. Pousonby when they were popular, and sneers at them when he sees a more promising patron. He lent his labours and his lungs to the cause of Catholic emancipation, and preached up the doctrine of eternal petitions, while they afforded any prospect of celebrity or profit; finding that scent grow cold, he is now against petitioning; and reform in Parliament being the cry of the disaffected in England, he imports bis “ parcel of” talent and celebrity into Liverpool, consigned to Mr. Casey-exhibits his wares at the dinner before mentioned--sings a palinode to Napoleon Bonaparte--and hardiiy enlists himself under the banners of radical reform. We have no doubt that, by the same arts which have forced him into what he and his colleagues modestly call celebrity, he will make a very acceptable addition to the society of major Cartwright and Mr. Gale Jones, until some new turn in the wheel of state, or in the popular feeling, shall again convert him; when we may have him once more bespattering Messrs. Graitan and Ponsonby with his praises, and dedicating to his royal highness the prince regent, but, as we anticipate, without the permission of which he was formerly so vain.

We have not noticed the particulars of the political tcncts whichi Mr. Phillips has professed, or now professes; bad as they may be, they can do no harm till his style shall become more intelligible and his character less ambiguous.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

An abstract of the Bible, in a series of conversations between a mother and . . her children.--Chapter 1. Genesis; first book.

We have been permitted to copy the following pages from the original manuscript of a pious lady, who in more senses than one, keeps her lamp, both filled and trimmed. It was intended to be published in consecutive numbers of our Journal, but believing that it may be of more service to the community, if it is printed in a separate form, we have cheerfully consulted the public good, instead of our own convenience. A small volume, which will include the book of Genesis, will be published about the end of the year. It will be illustrated by plates, of which some have been already prepared, with much neatness, by Goodman and Pigott, engravers, of this city. The plan and the composition of part of the book have received the cordial appprobation of two eminent divines, and we are thus warranted in recommending the work to the public patronage.

Catharine.-Have we not your promise, mother, that as soon as the long winter evenings should commence, you would converse with us on the history of the Bible?

Fanny.—Ab! I am glad you have not forgotten to remind mama of that. Conversation is more intelligible and impressive than solitary reading; and besides, it will save us the trouble of reading this large book!

Mother.— Trouble, my daughter! it should be the greatest pleasure, as it is your enviable privilege, to possess, and be able to read that book. Your curiosity should be awakened to acquire a more intimate knowledge of a record which speaks truth without error, and unfolds to man his origin and his destiny. I can assure you, my dear, however strange it may sound in your ears, that you will find not less entertainment than instruction in this volume. It is the oldest in existence. It gives us an account of the very creation of all things, and the history of mankind from the beginning of time. As you have been babituated to the reading of this invaluable book, it is only necessary that I should give you a brief narrative of the contents; and you may interrupt me when you desire to have any explanations.

Catharine.--I often think I am acquainted with the whole of the Bible; but whenever you examine us, I find that I know very little. A general but connected view of the story and the system, would fasten itself upon our memory; and we should then be able lo comprehend the various parts when we open the book.—and llow I think of it, mama, why is it called the Bible;-often as I have got my lessons in it at school and read to you from it since, in the evenings, it never occured to me that so strange a word could scarcely have been selected without some reason.

Charles.-Oh! I can tell you, sister. Dr. — told us, the other day, when we were saying our lesson in Leusden, that it was from a Greek word, which signifies a book.

Mother.-Yes. It is called THE BIBLE, or THE BOOK, by way of eminence: to express in the most emphatical manner its superior excellence and authority. It is divided into two parts, which are entitled, the OLD, and the NEW, TESTAMENTS. These are connected by a chain of predictions, many of which have actually been accomplished, and others are daily coming to pass.

The Old Testament, was chiefly written in the Old Hebrew, or Samaritan language; and the new, with the exception, perhaps of the gospel by Matthew, which Charles is now reading, was composed in Greek. The whole is sub-divided into books; and though they were written by different hands, in different ages, and in various countries, yet they form one complete whole, perfectly harmonious and beautiful. From this correspondence in all the mumbers, we infer that the writers were divinely inspired to speak nothing but the truth. The Bible contains the only authentic account that we have of the earliest times. It consists of narrative and doctrine,—of precepts and prophecies, the sublimity and importance of which, would sufficiently demonstrate their divine origin, if all other proof were wanting. To explain all this to you, I do not intend to undertake; but I can give you a general sketch of the subject, which may be filled up, hereafter, by reading books which have been written for that purpose, by theulogians and divines.

Fanny.—But, pray do not forget to tell us, in the course of - your narrative,-lest we might interrupt you too often,---when

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